Oral!

Oral sex is incredibly intimate. To me, it seems even more intimate than penetrative sex.

It’s because, well, when your man is between your legs, his lips and tongue exploring your pussy, there’s only one reason for that, and that’s to give you incredible sexual pleasure.

Then, there’s the sound of him licking, that glorious wet sound of a mouth moving over, around and in an already wet pussy, such that you can’t really tell if it’s the lips or the tongue between your legs, just a nice, warm, wet, pleasurable sensation.

I think I take a long time to cum from oral sex, although my lover tells me that’s not the case, that actually, I cum much faster than most of the other women he has been with. Perhaps it’s my impatience, my craving to feel that warm, coiled tension, followed by an explosion of pleasure over my whole body that makes me scream, makes me feel lightheaded and tingling, and makes my body arch far off the bed, followed by a warm gush of sex juices (sometimes just mine, sometimes mine mixed with whatever loads of cum he has already deposited in me) that soaks the bed.

Last week, we went to lunch where he spoiled me shamelessly, with champagne, attention, fine food, white tablecloths, caviar, and we went to our hotel with my head swimming from lust, alcohol, and just that wonderful feeling of being the center of someone’s attention.

We went to our suite, and as soon as we arrived, he immediately blindfolded me with a black satin band. He sat me down and guided my hand to a plate. I felt small leaves, and scented chocolate mixed with fruit. He placed in my hand what I learned was a strawberry coated in chocolate, which I happily consumed with abandon.

As I consumed the chocolate covered strawberries, he reached up under my short dress and pulled off my thong. He then pushed me back in the chair, and slowly ran his hands up my thighs. I shivered, not from cold, but from the knowing excitement that something delicious was going to happen. My vision was entirely obscured by the blindfold, and he nuzzled my neck, kissing my ears, my cheeks, as his hands roamed freely up my thighs.

Then I felt his face lift from mine, and soon I felt his warm breath on my thighs, as he pushed up my dress to expose my already damp pussy.

He never immediately touches between my legs when performing oral sex, and I think that’s one reason I find his cunnilingus so compelling. He takes his time, slowly building my arousal and desire. This day, he trailed soft kisses along my thighs, my knees, up to my abdomen, but never directly on my pussy. I could feel his soft hair brushing against me along with his lips, as he slowly explored my abdomen, my thighs, his hands slipping under my round ass to lift me up ever so slightly. I sighed, I wanted to feel the pleasure from his mouth, but I let him work his magic.

Before long, I could feel the warm exhalation of his breath between my legs, and I knew that his mouth was right in front of my pussy, but not touching. Then, oh, yes, I felt the feather touch of the tip of his tongue along my labia, slow, teasing, firm and insistent, but oh, so gentle. His hands cupped my ass, and lifted me slightly higher, and I felt his tongue and lips slowly touching, tasting, all around my labia, down to my ass, and then, a slight dip of his tongue inside me. I shivered again at that sensation, and in the darkness surrounding my eyes, I could hear a soft wet sound of his tongue sliding in and out of me.

This tease persisted for what felt like an eternity, but as it continued, I felt my arousal building, like that coiled spring inside. I felt slow rivulets of wetness trickle down from my pussy to my ass, and then onto my dress and the chair. I started gasping as the pleasure grew ever more intense, my body tensing at the growing arousal.

There was something so intense about experiencing this without vision, but relying solely upon the sensations between my legs, the soft wet sounds in the room from his busy mouth and my own sighs of pleasure.

I knew it was coming. I know my orgasm was coming, and he did too. I felt the tip of his tongue circling my clitoris, not touching it, but stimulating it nonetheless, and my arousal grew even more intense. My lover knows my orgasms, and I know that he was going to modulate his oral pleasure on me to enhance my orgasm.

My back arched in the chair, and I felt my orgasm starting to come, and with that, he touched the tip of my clitoris, and I exploded with screams of pleasure, writhing in his grip on my ass as he flattened his tongue out on my clitoris. That drove me even wilder, and I screamed even louder as I gushed sex juices out on his face between my legs.

Then he stepped back, and I sat in the chair, my back arched, gasping as my orgasm seemed to continue endlessly as he watched. After a bit, I felt the grip of my wild pleasure subside, and I relaxed down into the chair. The chair was soaked, as was my dress.

In one movement, I felt him sweep me up in his arms and quickly deposit me onto the bed. My dress was askew from my vigorous orgasm movements, and I sat there, still in a dazed haze of remembered pleasure, and I knew that in a moment, he would take me.

I couldn’t wait.